Cross sections of my affections, leads me in my own direction.
So far away, an akin time a different day, a similar feeling that’s just not the same.
So believe in a memory, and let confusion remain, to take its place.

Wondrously lost with my compass, but completely aware, of the constant gazes and stares, culturally conscious that I don’t fit in, but never will I care to be one of them.
This breath I take is mine, so don’t look at me like it’s a crime that I refuse to live between your prefabricated lines.

All these hearts and minds filled with greed, gluttony, lust, and lies, now with
Steps taken in self preservation, exploration rarely find modest ties to who we are inside.
Time quickly trickles away and there goes another day that never stops to say goodbye.